Nothing Left, Tolouse.

[Stylin' Kyle Roberts [REBEL]]

(A quiet Sunday at home. Well, Amy, the girlfriend of Kyle Roberts is quiet, sitting on the couch. Kyle's shouting at the TV again. Yup. Must be "The Amazing Race: All Stars.")

KYLE ROBERTS: Dammit, you two are Miss America contestants! All I'm asking for is a challenge where you two have to kiss!

AMY: Kyle.

KYLE ROBERTS: Look, I know that this is stereotyping, but those two perky blondes should be kissing every five minutes!

AMY: Kyle?

(Kyle finally looks away from the television.)

KYLE ROBERTS: What?

AMY: Turn off the TV.

KYLE ROBERTS: But! Amazing Race!

AMY: One, you've got satellite. It'll be on again in an hour. Two, you've got a PVR. Just start recording it. We need to talk.

(Kyle looks at Amy, shrugs, and turns off the program. Amy takes his hands.)

AMY: I'm going to ask you some questions, and I want you to be frank with me.

KYLE ROBERTS: (smirks) Can I be Joe instead?

AMY: As you know, I was out with Tiffany last night. We had a bit of an argument. Over you.

KYLE ROBERTS: I knew she wanted me.

AMY: So I want you to answer this truthfully. No lying. No smokescreens.

KYLE ROBERTS: Fine, babe. Shoot.

AMY: Your whole angle with Bruce. Is it only for television? Or did you make it as real as possible?

(Kyle glances at the cameraman, shooting a look of slight panic.)

AMY: I don't care if the camera's on. If you love me -- If you REALLY care about me, you won't lie.

(Kyle swallows.)

KYLE ROBERTS: Baby, what do you want me to say?

AMY: I only want the truth. Did you bash your best friend's face in with a steel chair. Is your friendship really over?

KYLE ROBERTS: Ames, please.

(Amy tries to banish the lump in her throat as tears well up in her eyes.)

AMY: Don't lie to me, Kyle. If you lie, I'm out that door.

KYLE ROBERTS: And if I really tried to cripple Bruce? What would you do then?

AMY: Well, that's something you're going to have to learn the hard way.

(Kyle takes a deep breath.)

KYLE ROBERTS: It's not an angle.

AMY: So you've been lying to me for three weeks?

(Kyle, by some standards wisely, keeps his mouth shut.)

AMY: (storming off the couch) I don't believe this.

KYLE ROBERTS: (following her towards the bedroom) C'mon, what was I GOING to tell you? I decided to brain my best friend because I don't find him worthy anymore?

AMY: (from behind the closed door) The truth would have been nice! Regardless of what you think of Bruce, it's obvious you don't think much of me if you lie to me about something as important as this!

KYLE ROBERTS: Don't do this to me, Amy!

AMY: I had to hear it from Tiffany, Kyle! All because you decided to hide the truth from me!

KYLE ROBERTS: I wanted to PROTECT you!

AMY: Well, you failed, Kyle!

KYLE ROBERTS: Look, I'm sorry, okay?

AMY: Sorry doesn't cut it this time, bucko.

(Amy comes out of the bedroom, carrying a duffel bag.)

KYLE ROBERTS: What's that?

AMY: What does it look like, Kyle?

KYLE ROBERTS: You're leaving?

AMY: I'm not staying here. Not tonight. Not after this.

KYLE ROBERTS: Where are you going?

AMY: I'll stay with my mom for a few days.

KYLE ROBERTS: You can't do this to me!

AMY: Oh, that's a fine thing to say after what you've been doing to me for the past month.

KYLE ROBERTS: You're all I've got now!

AMY: You should have through about that before bringing that steel chair into the ring.

KYLE ROBERTS: What?

AMY: You hurt Bruce. You hurt Bill. Tiffany, you didn't touch, but she's been through enough emotional stress...

KYLE ROBERTS: Don't. Please. Stay.

AMY: (looking into Kyle's eyes) I can't. Not right now.

(Amy goes to the door, as Kyle follows her.)

AMY: I'm going to think about who we are together. Please tell me you'll do the same. I'll call you later.

(Amy closes the door. Kyle stands with his hand on the door for a few seconds. He turns to the camera.)

KYLE ROBERTS: Well, I had that coming. I can't blame her for this. Not one bit. She didn't do anything wrong.

(Kyle sighs. He sits on the couch, looking directly into that camera.)

KYLE ROBERTS: (BLEEP). Now I've got some extra stress to work out in that ring against you, Bruce. I'm giving you one last out. For the love of God, stay away from the ring on Tuesday night. I'm not sure what I'll be capable of. Beating the hell out of you for starters. After that? God only knows.

You talk about how you never want to see reminders of the New and Improved D-X around again. It'll only lead to bad memories, right? I have no such plans. I'm keeping my trophy room intact as a reminder to myself. It reminds me of who you used to be. You had my back. We were brothers. Together, we were on top of the world! But then you shook my faith with one brutal kick to the head during the Lethal Lottery. It would have been so easy to just distract me from Rod Hardaway's pin. You could have helped me back. I almost lost a tooth from that big boot to my beautiful kisser! But I ended up losing a lot more than that, Bruce. I lost the bond between us at that point.

Sure, I tried to get back into the ol' D-X spirit, but you had changed. Every time I took advantage of the situation, you were holding me back. Didn't want to lose the trust of the fans, you said. We owed them everything. No, Bruce. We don't owe those gaptoothed idiots a damn thing. They were nothing to our success! If Joey Winchell didn't take over NAPW, what would have happened? The New and Improved D-X, Bruce "The Beast" Richards and Stylin' Kyle Roberts, we would have been booed as hard as we were in the old days! We would have never lost the killer instinct, we never would have found ourselves under the heels of teams that just weren't worthy of facing us! Who do I have to thank for that, Bruce? Who convinced me that a hero's life was the way to go?

Being a hero only got me pain, Bruce. And, as you're about to find out in that ring on Tuesday, staying the hero will only get you killed.

One last time, Richards: I'm begging you to stay out of that ring. Because after losing Amy, what more is there for me to lose? I'll be a haunted man, a dervish interested in only one thing. Killing myself and taking everybody down with me. Look into these eyes, Bruce. Do you see hope in them? A spark of life? I've got nothing now, Bruce. No manager. No girlfriend. No partner. I'm dead to you.

But you? You'll be dead. Period.

(Kyle motions for the camera to be shut off as we fade to black.)